The bay tree’s gone,
chopped to let the sunlight in,
but fighting back with fresh shoots
and a surprise
fluorescent yellow evening primrose
growing at its roots.
Yesterday, I walked in places new,
soaked my idle boots in dew
dodged overhanging branches
and brambles still heavy with plump fruit,
past haystacks,
across recently ploughed fields
to sudden joy – a crop of daisies,
lazy in the early autumn sun.
Today I have another reason
to release a gasped hurrah,
the long-awaited blooming
of my one and only sunflower.
Kim M. Russell, 9th September 2020
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: The Joy
For this week’s challenge, Brendan would like some poems of joy: for their own sake, in their own manner and diction; high joy, dark joy, sweet joy, profane joy.
writing in north norfolk 
All joys, Kim! What I really like about this is the way you capture that sudden leap from not much there to full blossoming – it really can be as sudden as that. Lovely.
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Thanks Sarah!
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That is a lot of joy……how absolutely beautiful! Love those photos.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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I enjoyed your joyful poem about the beauty of flowers. Yellow is such a happy colour.
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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Joy indeed is a “gasped hurrah” and is found afield or at home. Discovered — revealed — enjoyed. Amen. – Brendna
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Thank you, Brendan.
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Sunflowers always bring me joy – they were my sister’s favourite flower and I always remember her with joy whenever I see them.
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They are happy flowers.
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